Swirly, My girl

Swirly is my new roomie. She has occupied a space on my study table inside an aquarium. She has golden orange body. She shines as she waves and swims around and hence her name. At times I feel she is very similar to me. Her favorite activity being eating, every time she eats, she makes me feel that I have made her starve for years. She is in such hurry that she picks stones as well and then throws them back after tasting them and finding those non edible. She is trying to be my competitor in laziness. I lie on by bed feeling lazy and keep watching her. She on the other side feels lazy to swim, stands static and slowly falls down and as she touches the floor she again swims back to the top and again stops swimming. This cycle continues until she gets bored. Fish feeling lazy to swim, I term this as heights of laziness.
She loves water. Of course fishes have to love water as there is no other go. But swirl is extra crazy for water. The filter in the aquarium emits bubbles to oxygenate the water and she plays with these bubbles. She stands right next to this filter and waits for the bubbles to come and collide with her.
At times she acts as if she is on cloud nine. I feel that she might break the glass walls of the aquarium looking at the velocity in which she moves. She takes such sharp turns that it reminds me of a mutant from X-Men. I always peep into her mouth when she opens it. Yeah she opens it wide open that I can view her empty stomach and give her food. That is her way of letting me know that she is hungry. She is like the best thing to happen to my room. My room looks more lively with swirly in. We always have this “who is more lazy?’ competition and swirlz always a champ as she stops swimming and I get anxious with her act. I love my girl.

Sweet Mechanic!

I was in the library today from 4 in the evening. I was searching for some journals in the library and time just flew. My last bus leaves at 5. After that there is one more bus numbered 13A which circles the entire city before dropping me to my destination. I never take this bus for the same reason. I generally walk back home after 5 but today I thought of taking 13A, laziness being the only reason. I stood in the bus terminal for about five minutes, at sharp 6.01 13A arrived and I boarded the bus. This bus goes to the central bus stand takes a break for couple of minutes and again starts the service. After the central bus stand it is about 7 minutes ride to reach my place. The bus entered the GTC (central bus stand) and the driver left the bus. A new driver entered the bus and I was the only one in the bus. I was wearing a white colored t shirt with NDSU logo printed on it. I was sitting in the very first seat. I thought there was a shift change for the driver. The new driver started driving the bus. After some time I realized that the bus diverted from its regular route and ended going to a garage. The new driver was actually a mechanic who had taken the bus to the garage for some repair and the bus was out of service. I got up from my seat and this mechanic was taken for surprise. He exclaimed with shock for not noticing me before starting the bus. He thought for a moment and asked me to hang in the bus. I was scared as I had no idea where I was. I dint have a clue of how to get back home. I was only aware of 2 buses till date. He came back in few minutes with his car and asked me to get into the car. He started driving without asking where I wanted to go. He was confident that I had to go to NDSU, probably because of my T shirt. After some time he asked me where exactly in NDSU. I asked him to drop me in GTC so that I can take a bus to home. With a sad face he told me that 13A is not available at this time. I gave him my complete address and he dropped me right in front of my house. On the way he explained me that similar event had occurred 5 years back with him. He told me that next time before taking the bus to the garage he will ensure that there is none in the bus. A lesson for him. He was a sweet mechanic and I realized after he dropped me that he was not in the driver’s uniform. Silly me late realization!!

Not out of Indian time zone!

It was 29th July around 1.30 pm and I was chatting with one of my friend online. He started singing the birthday song and immediately I was surprised and asked him that it was still 29th and not 30th to wish me for my birthday. The next sentence was really wonderful. He said “Madam, you were born in India and in India it’s exactly 12 am now. So happy birthday “. It was very sweet of him. I don’t know if everybody feels this, I feel very happy on my birthday some kind of extra happiness keeps bursting inside my stomach. I started feeling this after I got his wishes. We continued to chat for some more time till it was 3 pm. Again he started singing birthday song and this time it was 12 am in Abu Dhabi the place where this friend of mine stays. I had nothing to say but just smiled and felt happy. I remained happy the whole evening. At 11 pm one of my friends came home with a cake. It was nice and we spoke for some time then I got a call from India. All my Infy friends were on the line. We kept speaking all nonsense for some time and they ended the call with the birthday song. I really felt special because in spite of thousands of kilometers of distance between us, they made me feel special and wished me so pleasantly.
At around 12 some more friends also arrived at my house with one more cake and an aquarium. I was so excited to see that I completely forgot everything else. I cut the cake, took some snaps, and decorated my face and hairs with cake. All my friends left after an hour. I cleaned up the place and slept around 1.30am. Did I tell you I got a call from my friend who had wished me according to two time zones! He again sang for me and this was according to US time zone. This was special and really different that I had the same person singing for me at three different time zones. In the morning I got up to find one more cake from another friend of mine. It was a birthday filled of cakes this time. I also spoke with my family members for some time and left to the school. Till now everything was fine and I felt that extra happiness which I feel during my birthdays.
After 1 pm I suddenly started to lose that feeling of extra happiness. Because it was 31th July in India and officially by birthday was over in India. Looks like even after seven months in United States I am still stuck in Indian time zone.